Where angels dance

“Write only what you love, and love what you write,” Ray Bradbury wrote. What would be the point of writing words of hate, or words that don’t speak love, no, shout love? What would be the point of wasting any moment of life on the mean, the small, the spirit-breaking nastiness? Given a finite timeContinue reading “Where angels dance”

A point of perseverance

This is Day 358 of my “blog every day for 92 days” personal challenge. Barring an unforeseen catastrophe, next Saturday I’ll complete a full year of daily blogging for the first time in my decade and a half since discovering how easy it is to have a blog. Will I quit shortly afterward, like IContinue reading “A point of perseverance”